♡ fat appreciation blog with feedism and forcemasc aspects. feedee or feeder. not intentionally trying to gain but if it happens it happens
♡ yes: praise, feeding, playing with belly fat, messy eating, loving teasing, mutual feeding, being horny about hrt, fat and trans superiority, degradation
i ❤️ mutual weight gain. i ❤️ mutual feeding. i ❤️ big fat men charming smaller men into happily glutting themselves twice their size. i ❤️ fatter mentors encouraging and enabling their gain-hungry partners. i ❤️ stuffing dates where both parties end up moaning and short of breath, snuggled up on the couch post takeout binge. i ❤️ when a cute, round chef feeds their partner fat and happy on all their favorite treats. i ❤️ playful gaining races, pinching each other's side rolls and remarking what strong competition they have. i ❤️ when fat people love each other, and themselves ❤️💕❤️
You are a dog and you want to be a Good Dog, so there you are on the floor in the kitchen waiting for your final treat after a day of eating and eating and eating til your belly swells and aches, so that you can finally get your release
The bowl slides in front of you
It's filled with half a large brownie, diced into perfectly edible chunks, it almost looks like kibble. Your owner pours a bit of heavy cream around them so they're a little easier to lap up and tells you to dig in if you want your reward
So you do
And you growl and moan and whine as you try so hard to finish it all despite how full you are, how much your belly is protesting every chew and swallow. But if you stop eating then you are a Bad Dog and you get a swift strike of the crop to your ass, and of course you want to be a Good Dog, you are a Good Dog right? So better to just eat up
You're so close to being done
Cream and crumbs stain your face, your brain has completely quit on telling you to stop. You're all mouth and belly at work now. "Just four more bites," your owner whispers. You feel a rush of power in you, a need to impress... to contradict them in a way that won't get you spanked. "Less," you growl and swiftly finish the remaining chunks in two big bites
It's done
You roll over. You get belly rubs. Your owner will treat you however you like after. You are such a Good Dog.
hey no offense but if i feed you a drink. Nd then another drink. and another drink and then some food. and tell you how cute you are when you’re tipsy and stuffing yourself and then i keep doing that till you’re sloppy drunk and so full you cant stand up woukd that be cool
feedee that is too big to touch themself because there is too much fat in the way so they need to ask their feeder so sweetly to 'take care of them' but their feeder teases them by withholding pleasure and watching their helpless feedee grow more and more desperate as they realize how restricted they really are by all the excess fat on their body, and only offer relief after their feedee starts pleading for their touch
notes: light dom/sub, ffa/bhm, stuffing, sex implied
I’m still on the floor between his legs when he finally speaks.
“I don’t think I can eat it all.” It’s said between labored breaths. I can’t see his face from this angle but I imagine he’s gritting his teeth to deal with the sharp stretch of his belly.
My fingers sink into his thighs as I push myself to my feet. I smirk when my imagination proves true; his eyes are squeezed shut and his teeth are clenched. I admit that we were ambitious tonight.
The cups are stacked neatly on the side table. Three empty shakes in total. There’s a fourth one waiting, condensation pooling around the bottom of the cup. I look at him again, the rise and fall of his overfull belly, barely able to get a full breath. To be fair, he did eat a lot.
I move closer and gingerly straddle his wide hips. I wonder when they’ll spread so far I won’t be able to touch the cushion beneath us. My hands immediately go to his sides, pressing in and testing the give underneath despite the soft fat. Not much, but still some.
“Oh, but you will,” I say. I reach for the final milkshake, now melted enough to go down easy. The gentle pressure of my other hand pushes a thick burp out of him and I hum in approval.
“See? You’re such a good boy.” He blushes and I know I’ve won. It wasn’t really much of a fight, anyway. “You can do it. Open up, baby.”
Despite how much I know he’s eaten tonight, he lets me put the cup to his lips and begins gulping down the shake. He drains it and I ready myself for the aftermath. I toss the cup on the table to free up both hands and he moans so deliciously. I roll my hips, pressing down on his cock. Anything to hear that sound again.
His hands grab at me; I allow him to feel what he wants as I continue soothing his packed belly, so full of cream and sugar and pure fat. Wondering where it might all end up is one of my favorite pastimes.
“I told you,” I say. He groans in response. I think there might be an attempt at a rebuttal in there, but I’m too worked up to care. So is he, with the way he’s now gripping my hips. I manage to move his hands and slide off his lap and back between his legs. Hands sinking back into his soft thighs, I reward him.
Thinking about people who enjoy eating so much and have such big capacities that they genuinely surprise other people with the amount of food they can cram into their stomachs before they feel like they had enough. Who can make waiters baffled, as they repeat their massive orders back to them, to which they end up adding a couple of more items to. Who can go on for several more rounds at a buffet when everyone else around them has already tapped out. Who can go from drive thru to drive thru, placing massive orders at each one when they’re craving fast food. By the time they finally had their fill, which to them means they’ve eaten so much they feel ready to burst, they’ve consumed enough food to feed a small family, their belly so distended their clothes can no longer contain it. They sleep it off, ready to start it all over again as soon as they feel hungry again.
